The Arcitype - Thug Muzik lyrics

[Verse 1: H Blanco] I don't wanna go, I don't, I don't wanna go I want my soul to live forever like Geronimo Product of this environment, sh** where I'ma go? They throw me in with the lions, we gon' put on a show All I know is supplyin' 'em with the dusted flow This sh** I spit be wet, n***a, Pappadeaux More shootings and students that's k**in' little kids This might be the antichrist, I don't trust a thing n***as now don't value life and die over bling n***as now don't run through life so they'd rather sing sh**, I want a knife like the Book of Eli I'm Denzel, watchin' these n***as fill the ma**es with lies This why people k** people and go eye for an eye Way before great Biggie Smalls, they've been ready to die Premeditate that moment when they see their foe And treat 'em like paper targets, fill 'em with holes [Hook] x2 Know where I've been and know what I've seen and Not a thing can keep me from hustlin' Never look down, keep on movin' ahead Flyin' on high, no need to settle in [Verse 2: Termanology] The streets on fire, four murders in the weekend Ain't nobody snitchin' cause they don't want it to be them The world's corrupt, s**erpunch a cop and he's sure to bust Stuff him and he'll murder you, look what happened in Ferguson Hands up, don't shoot, they ain't tellin' the whole truth The whole world sleepin' and sh**, so you can see the proof Usin' their iPhones as video recorders Channel 5 from the corners, we're like ghetto reporters My homie came through with a Smith N in his hand He just snatched another chain, put the picture on the 'gram It's no f**s given anymore You get robbed bareface front of the camera just to make an example I grew up like the regular thug, on the run, eatin' Every weekend I'm sittin' at gang meetings My cousin's gettin' shot, we runnin', duckin' from cops Man it ain't a f**in' thing, you can't tell me about the block [Hook] x2 [Verse 3: Ea$y Money] I know you hate to hear the drama, but drama's all we know Another night twisted, breakin' the law for dough More 4s to blow, never cut it, tryna score some blow Itchin', tryna find a purer snow The block's hot when it's 4 below Another discouraged brotha hustlin' cause of that CORI, yo Another hood rat tryna trap a n***a at the Maury show Seems bugged but that's the world we know Sometimes I sit and reflect, and I can't remember How many times I was supposed to be a gang member But wasn't takin' orders from someone of the same gender The point guard with the big n***as that played center Shot called it, I pop all you My n***a you was on them blocks order Never put in work and got caught up No more postin' with the Glocks on corners to pop 'em on yah I transform the easy to hip-hop performer [Hook] x2 [Bridge] We're just thuggin' it out for you We're just thuggin' it out for you We're just thuggin' it out for you We're just thuggin' it out for you [Outro] Thug music